No City Management, Snack Carts Were Just That Overbearing

"Failed." That sigh resonated with the old demon. He was a shrewd old hand himself, and he had come this time as Scholar's assistant. Yet he had never expected the opponent to be so troublesome and terrifying. Thinking of those endless tricks made his heart ache. Now he understood why Scholar had been unable to eat or sleep properly these past few days. Facing someone like that, anyone who could still eat must have something wrong with their head.

He gave the snake demon a sympathetic look, but still said, "Even if we suffered a strategic defeat, our business approach hasn't failed. We still have a chance!"

Scholar's expression changed. "You're right. Commerce is Haitian's lifeline. From my observations over this period, I've long discovered that Dong Re has a comprehensive plan, and commerce is the most crucial part of it. Though I don't know what he intends, asking me to admit defeat just like that is impossible. I'll stake everything I have to fight him."

Qin Fen's lips unconsciously curved upward. Fair competition was a good thing. The more participants, the better. Scholar had no idea Chef Qin was watching him, nor did he understand what the other man was thinking. As far as they were concerned, competition could count as a good thing?

"Great King, don't worry. This time, victory is ours for sure!" The old demon showed a trace of confidence. Yesterday's opening had proven it.

For a time, Haitian City became extraordinarily lively. The streets and alleys began filling with early-rising demons, and the moment they stepped outside, they noticed something was off.

In the past, on more out-of-the-way streets, it was difficult to smell breakfast the moment one opened the door. Usually, one had to walk some distance, and the nearest shops were mostly concentrated